Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.